I promised photos of the original capital of Ottoman Turkey. Below you see what remains of the original Bursa. It was where the Ottoman Empire began between 1335 and 1413. The giant tree from the earlier post is down the hill. The wooden building construction techniques are similar to other alpine construction techniques. I don't know how much has been preserved because of good fortune, or foresightedness or tourism. What we see are the walls, doors and windows. Inside these homes and business are probably modern plumbing and plush couches.
I would have loved to sit and have lunch at this lovely little cafe but the tour group planner had other ideas. Inside the courtyard, you can see the old brick work that is found behind the plaster.
All available space was given over to plants of some kinds. These look like roses but are hydrandea shrubs in the perfect shade of blue plastic pails.
A bridal party was having photos taken around the square so we scurried out of the photographers way and up the main road. The main road starts to climb between the close buildings, stalls continuing up to the next square.
It looks flat, but it isn't. I am so glad I wore sneakers that day!
An internal square with more restaurants and a mosque. Further up the road, about three buildings worth, the farms began.
Steve was mightily impressed by the walls the further up the street we walked. They were in more original condition. On the left, the daub is a combination of straw, mud and manure. The plaster acts as a screen to keep moisture off.
This building is a little more house proud. I seem to have not taken pictures of the farms or of an interior courtyard. I'll have to scrounge around Steve's photos and add those next Monday.
I'm going to pretend that this next drawing I made was inspired by the Beach. It makes a good story.
The duck cooker should be arriving shortly and the dishes need washing so that counter space can reappear. I must remember to take photos.